Edward Young

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid read more

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid poverty, no smiling care,
No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
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Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.

Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound;
When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam;
Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear:
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A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear:
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.